This business has its rewards
Jered couldn't believe his luck.
Business was good. Business was very good, his get quick scheme was going like a dream, in no time he would have enough Credits to not only get off this hellhole, but set himself up as a top class Smuggler in his own right. No more working for that damn Hutt, no more gangsters, no more scrimping and saving, no more nagging from that bitch wife of his. His own starship, with him at the controls, as Captain awaited, just as soon as he sold the Spice.
Spice had rapidly become the drug of choice across both the Republic and the Empire. People tried by the War, the threat of another galactic wide conflict and the endless struggle just to survive, needed something to turn to, which makes their lives happier. It was not as if either the Republic or the Empire could care less about their plight and Nem'ro the Hutt certainly couldn't care about anything other than keeping his stinking fat stomach full.
And now it had gotten even better. Sat in that Captain's chair, Jered would now have a beautiful woman at his side, on his arm in all the best cantinas and in his bed, making passionate love to him. Her name was Sa-Tasok, she was a dancer at Nem'ro's Palace, was been the word, for now she was his. Sa hated Nem'ro at least as much as he did. A dancer been the only work she could get after that damn Hutt's actions led to the deaths of her parents at the hands of murderous thugs. They now had each other and the Spice would take both of them away from here and make their dreams come true.
OK, the leatheris straps hadn't been in Jered's dreams until this moment, but the way she kissed his neck, between whispering what she had planned for tonight and she almost had his pants off, even before they were through the door to her quarters. Naked, strapped to her bed, he waited in anticipation for Sa's return, not really taking in the spartan furnishings, with his mind filled with what she had softly spoken to him, as she tied him tight.
This certainly was not what Jered was used to, making love to his wife, been rare and rarely containing any love or passion and who knew what Sa meant by something more comfortable and just what kind of toy did she say she wanted from the other room.
Sa, sensual and beautiful Sa, leant against the door frame, a true beauty, clad only in the finest, most expensive lingerie that could be bought on Hutta or even anywhere outside the Coreward Worlds, barely covered her buff and tanned flesh, enhanced her firm breasts and held promises of what lay within. He never expected her to be a virgin and had heard what dancers had to do to keep their jobs, meaning the underwear must have been a gift from a wealthy client.
He felt like the cat that had got the cream, she also did so, according to the grin she gave him.
"This is my favourite toy – every girl's bedroom should have one." Jered's eyes moved from admiring her form to the blaster pistol she held casually in her hand. "She's got a blaster – why is she holding a blaster." Confusion led into surprise, then onto shock. "She's got a blaster!"
"I may have lied about what I do for a living – oh and that little light over there -" Indicating a barely visible glow with the barrel of her pistol. "- is a holocam – tell me where the Spice is and I will mail the data chip to your wife – don't tell me and I will stick the data chip in your mouth and mail your severed head to your wife."
Panicking, Jered strained on the straps, there was very little he could do, as the cat that had really got the cream, the lingerie clad Bounty Hunter, prepared to enjoy all the rewards her business had to offer, in her master's service. "And Nem'ro would send his regards – if he wasn't a fat ugly Hutt."
Jered really shouldn't have believed his luck.